Page 94 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

Cy

I had been at the orchard gathering biological samples for Ana to examine when a warning pulse on the network drowned out my input. Fear nearly overwhelmed me, worried that the only human to set foot on the farm in many, many cycles had been injured or killed. Thresher hadn’t explained anything, his message had been uncharacteristically short, systems distracted by something else.

All I knew was that my sensors told me my unit droids, as well as Ana’s life signs, were all in the barn. I hurried to the front door, pulling it open without my usual care, a hinge creaking in protest as splinters rained down. I looked to the wall of samples, half-expecting they’d tumbled down and shattered despite Thresher’s careful guarding.

Then I saw the three of them, silhouetted in a lazy beam of dusty sunlight, engaging in acts I’d only seen in databases. Thresher’s wide hands were cupped beneath Ana’s bare bottom holding her up, the legs of her pants in tatters hanging down at her sides. One of her arms was up and over her head, looped around Thresher’s neck to stabilize herself. Between her legs, Harv-E’s face mask was completely off, a sight I’d never laid sensors on before. Somehow, he was wearing a sculpted silicone face nearly identical to mine, eyes glowing different colors. Even at a cursory glance in the network, I could see his programming had gone chaotic, uncontrolled. Worse, his safety protocols flickered: there was nothing stopping him from hurting Ana if his coding veered one way or another. Thresher’s programming was the same as my unit droid always was: stable as a stone, though perhaps a little more excitable than usual.

“Stop! Step away from User Ana immediately, Harv-E. You’re glitching.” I had to double-check my sensors as his silicone features narrowed in fury, turning to display a glowing silicone cylinder hanging heavily from his waist. How much had my unit-droid been adding to his chassis in secret?

A pulse to Thresher showed his surprise was just as organic as mine: he hadn’t known about Harv-E’s self-upgrades, either. The droid in question sneered at me, maintaining eye contact as he thrust two fingers roughly into Ana. “You want me to deny a User’s direct order, Cy? Not very obedient of you. Ana obviously wants to be fucked .” He slid his fingers out, scissoring them apart and running a silicone tongue up the moisture that stretched across the vee. Ana squirmed and groaned, hips arching up a few inches at the sight.

“It-I do, Cy. It’s okay, it really is. I consent. Please .” Harv-E smirked, shoving the two fingers in Ana’s mouth as he raised a sculpted brow to me with a smug expression. To my surprise, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on them greedily.

Thresher and I shared a concerned look. “User Ana, I would normally never contradict a User, but Harv-E is dangerous right now. His safety protocols aren’t working properly and he could hurt you, particularly with his modification, which is entirely untested.”

She growled in frustration, a reaction I did not anticipate. “Okay, fine . Then you get over here and do it. Or he can.” Her fingertips tapped the back of Thresher’s neck in indication, sending a flurry of colorful lights across his faceplate, which I noticed was half-retracted. How many modifications had my unit made while I was ‘sleeping’?

“Thresher cannot…service you, nor can I, unfortunately. Not with the same modification, not with a–” I cleared my throat, pushing past the faint reminder in my program that the word was considered vulgar. “-- cock .”

Harv-E gave that deep, sinister chuckle again and lunged forward, flicking the straps of Harvey’s overalls free of their snaps, sending the garment plunging to the floor. There, standing up at a 45 degree angle through the edges of his flannel shirt, was an even thicker silicone cock. “Who do you think I practiced on, Cy? He just didn’t know I did it to myself, too. Go on, big boy. If Cy won’t let me satisfy our User, I’m at least going to watch.”

Thresher’s silicone lips thinned, his faceplate turning between us before looking down at Ana, who reached up to cup his cheek. “I-okay, but only if Cy’s right here. He’s right, you’re glitching Harv-E.”

I moved closer to the trio, giving Thresher a reluctant nod while keeping my sensors trained on Harv-E. Thresher’s big hands cupped and parted Ana’s thighs, her heel setting against a nearby potting table to angle herself faster. I reached over to take it, letting her brace her foot in my softer palm instead. I watched with fascination as the blunt, soft head of Thresher’s modification settled against her entrance, vanishing through an effort of his thrust and her movement a second later.

She gave a soft, high cry of a sound, stuttering as he wedged himself deeper, inch by inch. She pressed a fist to her mouth, muffling her own sounds as she rolled her hips, her boot sole bracing more firmly in my grip. She and Harv-E locked eyes as if they were caught in a feedback loop, and I had to stop myself from intervening as she reached for him, holding on tight as Thresher began to bounce her slowly, sinking completely into her.

While I was distracted watching my unit droid thrusting in and out of Ana, Harv-E reached over and snatched the apple out of my hand, sending the rest of the biological samples clattering to the floor. He shoved the glossy red curve against her lips until she parted them, her teeth sinking in with a crisp snap. Their visual connection never wavered, and her whimpers around the mouthful of fruit were encouraging, not distressed. Rather than take a bite of the apple or spit it out, she seemed content to keep it right where it was, jaw stretched to contain it.

Harv-E leaned down to whisper something in her ear, a cruel smile pulling at his cheek. She nodded enthusiastically, reaching a free hand towards me. I helped her brace her foot against the table again, letting her loop an arm around my shoulders for support. Harv-E took my hand and guided it matter-of-factly between her legs, tapping on Thresher’s hip to indicate he should pause. Harv-E clutched my hand to form a fist, teasing my first two fingers out and pressing the pads to a small circle of flesh above Ana’s entrance–the clitoris , the snippet Harv-E sent through the network called it–mimicking a small circle. A soft clang sounded as Ana kicked out at the table as my fingers began to circle, loud whimpers sounding through the apple as Thresher started thrusting again.

Harv-E leaned over Ana greedily, silicone tongue lapping up the rivulets of sticky apple juice that ran from the sides of her mouth and neck down to her chest. When his mouth closed around a juice-coated nipple, Ana went stiff, nearly screaming around the fruit in her mouth, bucking up into my hand and Harv-E’s mouth as her pulse spiked. She went limp in Thresher’s grip moments later, panting heavily as Harv-E gently prised the nearly bitten-through apple from her mouth. He bit through her bite, chewing it slowly as he praised her. “Such a beautiful sight. You’re perfect, Ana. So delicious.”

Harv-E’s vocal output had begun to flex again, his programing spiking and swirling as he ravenously watched Thresher extract his body from hers. I moved to stand between our glitching unit droid and Ana, sending a firm command through the network for Harv-E to return home . Ana’s needs appeared to have been met, and her safety was once more the most important consideration. For a tense moment, I thought Harv-E would challenge the command, but he simply stooped to press a surprisingly chaste kiss to her cheek. She grinned at him through tousled hair, half-stuck to her cheek with apple juice. Once the barn door thumped softly closed behind him, she sank into Thresher’s arms, climbing out of his grip to stand and cuddling up to him chest-to-chest.

“Are you alright, User Ana? Unhurt? Thresher and I will ensure you are clean, if you wish. There is a hot spring behind the house, though we cannot join you in the water itself.” I placed a cautious hand against her back, smoothing up and down the spine, attempting to offer comfort.

“ Very okay, Cy. That was amazing. You all are incredible and I understand why the leadership is so frantic to outlaw sex bots now.” She let out a long, slow whistle and laughed before giving a soft sigh. “Do I have to go back?”

Thresher pet Ana’s hair, our hands crossing over one another as she cuddled closer to him. “You can do whatever you wish, Ana. The charter doctrines protect you here.”

I moved close enough to let her draw me into their mutual embrace more easily. “The automated defense systems will enforce them, if necessary. The Terraformers didn’t much trust your Genship leaders, even many cycles ago. In fact, now that you’ve opened the dome from the corridor and we can access the PN again, I should be able to appoint you the planetside leader. You can determine who you’ll allow access to, what you’d like to trade, and so on.”

She slid from our arms, retrieving a green apple from the floor and rubbing it against the torn remains of her flight suit before taking a bite. “I need to do something first.”